"... Maddie sat up in bed and pressed her forehead tight in her hands and really thought. This was the hardest thinking she had ever done. After a long, long time she reached an important conclusion. She was never going to stand by and say nothing again."
For years - years - whenever my Mum would mention this book, I always said, "Aw, that's too sad for me." But today I decided to give it a second chance. And now I repent.
It is sad. But it's terribly good. It's actually about something - and it can be reasonably hoped that young readers will come away better than they were before.
Also, it's pretty. If I could, I'd get a print of the picture showing all the dresses tacked on the classroom walls.
I've never read much Eleanor Estes because I didn't care for Ginger Pye, but I'm feeling rather more favorably disposed towards her now.
CONCLUSION: My mom is always right.